Wednesday, April 22, 2009

homesearch invention

How great would it be if you could have your house fitted with its own google?

At any given time, I have no idea where several things are. Each time I go to bake I find that small questing fingers have removed vital items from the drawer and put them - where? The laundry basket?

Imagine if you could just type 'camera' or 'passport' or 'pants' or 'old hard drive' or 'address book' or 'rubber band' into your search screen and a little map would come back, showing you that it was under the pile of old magazines under the bed, or in behind that bag that has to go up to the attic that's sitting in the bathroom.

My friend's grandmother lost her mother's engagement ring, by putting it down on the sink in her bathroom, and it was never seen again (have I got that right?). Imagine if you could just google it, and get a little not telling you it was behind the skirting board, or swiped by a magpie or an opportunist cousin gone to the bad.

I could find my wedding jewellery, countless missing earrings, photos, the icing nozzle Bodhi swiped before I ever got to use it, the disc with the other games on it, all my Cd's, my electronic car key (though I think Olivia put that in the recycling long ago, I miss it so much, no more beeping from afar!). On and on and on, the lost things pile up, a few feet away from me.

I'd love someone to invent it, this needle-in-a-haystack-finder. The only problem would be that anything that would actually identify the hidden items would also most likely give you cancer. A stumbling block there.

Dammit, I can't think of anything funny to rhyme with Google to call it.

Ideas in comments, please!

3 comments:

Mick said...

That sounds like a fantastic idea. How wonderful it would be...

Mmmm, a name for it...

"Google Clutter"
"Google Latitude + addon for old shit you can't find"
"Google 'Where the fuck is it'?"

Sorry I can't think of anything more interesting. I haven't had my coffee yet!

Jo said...

Oo, Google where the fuck is it? works for me!

Martin said...

the f***ing passport!